November 4, 2018

It’s such an injustice that women have been made to fear the night. Women have such a strong connection to the moon and the night is a time where feminine energy flows and the goddess is in the air. The night belongs to women and being out in the moonlight is good for the woman’s soul. It’s a crime that men have tried to take that away from us.

November 3, 2018

Once upon a time there was a wicked witch and her name wasLilithEveHagarJezebelDelilahPandoraJahiTamarand there was a wicked witch and she was also called goddess and her name wasKaliFatimaArtemisHeraIsisMaryIshtarand there was a wicked witch and she was also called queen and her name wasBathshebaVashtiCleopatraHelenSalomeElizabethClytemnestraMedeaand there was a wicked witch and she was also called witch and her name wasJoanCirceMorgan le FayTiamatMaria LeonzaMedusaand they had this in common: that they were feared, hated, desired, and worshiped.

October 20, 2018

Ticket guy on the train asks if I’m on my period when Idon’t say thank you after he punches my ticket. Voice likejust a joke. Like god, you women take everything so damnseriously. Hey, ticket guy? For the record, I’m not on myperiod. For the record, you being an asshole does notrequire the cooperation of my hormones. Ticket guy onthe train says period like curse word. Says it like spit outof mouth aftertaste, like unconditioning, like won’tmention this when his wife asks him how work wastoday. Says period like something I should be ashamedof. Like I need an excuse for the woman brimming upinside of me. The way it smells fear, rears in search ofblood. Hey, ticket guy? For the record, I’m not on myperiod, but fuck you anyway. Hey, ticket guy? For therecord, people like you think strength means holdingon, but I’ll let you in on a secret that every womanalready knows: the real strength is in letting go. Period,like my uterus which is so fearless in turning itself insideout. In bleeding heartache out of my body. Period, likethat is not something to be ashamed of. Period, likebattle scar. Like the sentence is only over when I sayit’s over. Period, like god, you women take everythingso damn seriously. Like we women sharing tampons.Like we women in the shower & blood down the drain.Like we women & all of the ways we bleed for eachother, of each other, in time with each other. Hey, ticketguy, you want to know why you’ve never seen a womanfaint at blood except for in the movies? Then watch megrow a new skin every month. Watch hunger leak frommy vagina. Watch me become a new human with everydrop that spills out of me. Hey, ticket guy, you want toknow why we complain about PMS? Last week myfriend texted me hey, my cramps are really bad, don’tthink I can make it to the party, & the next morning Icalled her & found out her appendix had ruptured.You want to look me in the eye & tell me how we takeeverything so damn seriously? Hey, ticket guy? Watchus bleed. Our bodies are reincarnations of Eve. Ourblood is the song of wild things. Hey, ticket guy? Youcan shut the fuck up, thanks very much. Hey, ticketguy? Ask any woman & she’ll tell you why Eve bitinto that apple. Why she chose the universe insteadof you. So hey, ticket guy? Watch my uterus rewriteits own story. Hey, ticket guy? I refuse to apologisefor the way my body is an act of creation. For howmy blood eats you bare. For how I flourish in red.For all of the ways I bleed myself into infinity.

September 22, 2018

There are plenty of legends about women turning into trees but are there any about trees turning into women? Is it odd to say that your lover reminds you of a tree? Well she does, it’s the way her hair fills with wind and sweeps out around her head. Very often I expect her to rustle. She doesn’t rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch. Would I had a hedge of such saplings naked and unadorned.

August 26, 2018

This is why girls are so much more employable than young men in all the shitty, less-than-subsistence-level service jobs they’re trying to cram young people into across Europe and America. Girls are better at pleasing other people and plastering on the pretty grin even when we’re screaming inside. That’s what being a girl is.

Girls are better at this sort of labour, often called ‘emotional labour’, not because there’s anything in the meat and matter of our living cells that makes us naturally better but because we’re trained to it from birth. Trained to make other people feel good. Trained to serve the coffee, fill in the forms, organise the parties and wipe the table afterwards. Trained to be feisty, if we must, but not strong. To be bubbly, not funny. You must at no stage appear to have a body that functions in a normal human way, that pisses and shits and sweats and farts and falters. Decorate the prison of your body. Make yourself useful. Shut up and smile.

August 19, 2018

The female incarnates sexuality, which is probably why there is no English word meaning woman that has not at some time had sexual connotations. Female figures who are remembered in history or literature are defined by their sexual natures. Those who are associated with the masculine principle are praised for their denial of sex, their virginity. The Queen of Sheba, Cleopatra, and Dido are not remembered for their political power or administrative ability. Boadicea, who was a great warrior but has no sexual legend, is remembered by London tour guides for shrewishness. Penthesilea, Zenobia, and Deborah, who were great figures but have no sexual legend, are forgotten. Esther, Delilah, and Susanna, all of whom have a sexual dimension, are remembered for that alone. Women = sex = nature. Control over nature means control of sex and control of women.

June 2, 2018

An endless variety of women in this world, all different, but all women. Life always finds a way to play them, doesn’t it, like a favourite CD, but one where the tracks are all new and have never been heard before. Yet they are made of blood and emotion and light. You will never play them; you will only ever touch them and then only for a moment or two. You can knock them down, drag them in the dirt, but they will always rise again. An extra scar, an illusion demolished, perhaps, but their heart still full of dreams; and to those of you who do not understand this, know that their life is a simple game of mirrors reflecting only the truth of what they are – beautiful, creative infinity!

April 17, 2018

If you’re a woman, it’s almost impossible to establish a relationship. You’re too much for everybody. It’s too much. The woman always has to play this role of being fragile and dependent. And if you’re not, they are fascinated by you, but only for a little while. And then they want to change you and crush you. And then they leave. So, lots of lonely hotel rooms, my dear.

November 28, 2017

He feared me as many men fear women: because their mistresses (or their wives) understand them. They are scarcely adult, some men: they wish women to understand them, and to that end they tell them all their secrets; and then, when they are properly understood, they hate their women for understanding them.